
Spoiled By The Ruthless Esports Captain
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Kaitlynn's mother forced her to entertain Jorden, a cold, overbearing professional esports captain who she only remembered as an annoying, mud-eating brat.
She despised him in real life, saving all her admiration for "Hex," the god-tier player in her favorite MMO who constantly spoiled her with thousand-dollar rare items.
Trapped in Jorden's luxury car during a forced errand, Kaitlynn couldn't stand his arrogant attitude anymore.
She proudly bragged about Hex, claiming her online master's mechanics were vastly superior to any so-called professional player.
"He's the absolute ceiling," she declared defensively. "He's way better than you."
Jorden just smirked, his dark eyes dismissing her entirely.
"Sounds like a nerd living in his mom's basement."
Kaitlynn was furious, ready to scream at him, until his work phone suddenly rang.
Right in front of her, he casually commanded his team using an extremely rare, high-tier strategy exclusive to her game.
Kaitlynn's mind completely short-circuited.
Why would the captain of North America's biggest esports organization know Aethelgard's secret meta?
And why did his commanding, ruthless voice suddenly sound exactly like the low, comforting chuckle that echoed in her headset every night?
As Jorden's gaze dropped to the rare assassin class keychain resting on her lap, a wicked, knowing smile flashed across his face.
The untouchable esports tyrant had just realized his rebellious real-life enemy was his deeply pampered in-game student, and her peaceful double life was about to end.
Spoiled By The Ruthless Esports Captain Chapter 1
Kaitlynn stared at the glowing monitor, her eyes burning from the lack of blinking.
Her fingers hammered against the mechanical keyboard, the plastic keys digging into her skin.
On the screen, the massive Shadow Treant reared back, its bark-like skin splitting open to release a wave of toxic green sludge.
Kaitlynn slammed the movement keys, trying to force her mage, Aetheria, out of the blast zone.
The edge of the venom splashed across her character's robes.
Her health bar plummeted, the green line turning a flashing, critical red.
Kaitlynn sucked in a sharp breath.
The cold air hit the back of her throat.
"Oh my god, I'm dead," she gasped into her headset microphone, her voice trembling.
"Roll left. Now."
The voice in her ears was low, calm, and slightly distorted by the Discord server.
It was Hex.
Kaitlynn's body reacted before her brain could process the command.
She slammed the dodge key.
Aetheria threw herself to the left, the pixels of her robe barely scraping past a massive, deadly root that smashed into the ground where she had just stood.
The Treant froze for a fraction of a second, stuck in the animation of its missed attack.
A black blur shot out from the blind spot on the right side of Kaitlynn's screen.
It was Hex's assassin.
His daggers flashed in a blinding sequence of silver light, the skill effects illuminating Kaitlynn's dark bedroom.
The boss's health bar melted, dropping so fast it triggered the final enrage mechanic.
The ground on the screen turned completely red.
Spikes began to erupt from the floor in a chaotic, unavoidable pattern.
Kaitlynn's eyes darted across the monitor, searching for a safe zone.
There was none.
Her stomach dropped, and she squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable death sound.
It never came.
Hex abandoned his attack combo.
He used his ultimate mobility skill, teleporting directly in front of Aetheria.
A golden, translucent shield erupted around his character, an extremely rare absolute defense skill.
The ground spikes slammed into the shield, shattering it into digital dust.
In the exact millisecond the shield broke, Hex used the invincibility frame of his recovery animation to throw a single, poison-tipped dagger.
The blade struck the Treant right between its glowing red eyes.
The monster let out a deafening roar and collapsed into a pile of rotting wood.
A massive, golden banner flashed across the center of the screen.
The bright light washed over Kaitlynn's face.
She ripped the headset off her ears.
She jumped up from her ergonomic chair, her knees knocking against the desk.
Her half-empty can of Coke wobbled dangerously, almost spilling over her mousepad.
At the top of the game interface, a server-wide announcement began to scroll.
It declared that Hex and Aetheria had claimed the world-first kill of the Whispering Forest.
The guild chat box in the bottom left corner exploded.
Hundreds of messages scrolled by in a blur of exclamation points and worship emojis.
Kaitlynn's hands were shaking as she pulled the headset back over her ears.
"Thank you," she stammered, her chest heaving. "I... I can't believe we did that."
A low chuckle vibrated through the headset speakers.
The sound went straight to Kaitlynn's chest, making her heart skip a beat.
On the screen, Hex's assassin walked over to the boss's corpse and clicked the loot chest.
A blinding purple light shot out of the box.
It was a Mythic-tier staff crafting material, the only one of its kind on the entire server.
Kaitlynn stopped breathing.
She stared at the glowing icon, her mouth hanging open.
A system prompt popped up, waiting for the party leader to distribute the loot.
Kaitlynn gripped her mouse, fully expecting Hex to take the item he had earned.
Instead, Hex dragged the purple material directly into Kaitlynn's inventory.
Kaitlynn's eyes widened so much they hurt.
"Wait, no," she blurted out, her voice cracking. "That's too expensive. I can't take that."
"Take it," Hex interrupted.
His tone left no room for argument.
"It's a reward for my student."
Kaitlynn stared at the glowing purple crystal in her bag.
A strange heat spread across her chest, a physical ache of being completely spoiled.
Hex's character turned to face hers and triggered a waving animation.
"I need to sleep," he said.
Before Kaitlynn could even form the word goodnight, his avatar vanished.
His name in the party list turned gray.
Kaitlynn sat alone in the quiet room, staring at the empty space on her monitor.
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Spoiled By The Ruthless Esports Captain of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6Chapter 7 Ch. 7Chapter 8 Ch. 8
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Chapter 10 Ch. 10
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7.3
I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me-because he didn't have the balls to do it himself.
I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn't been enough for him, if I'd been stupid for marrying him in the first place.
I'm at work one night when he walks inside-the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it's the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again.
I just want him as an anti-depressant-but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he's hooked.
I don't get much of a say in the matter, and that's not surprising when I learn why-because he's the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules-or pay.
And now I'm his.

7.5
Ivy is the last heir of the fallen Highmoor Pack. At sixteen, she entered Silvercrest Pack by a blood contract and became the partner of Alpha heir Julian. For three years, she was loyal and silent, but never loved.
In a crisis, Julian abandoned her and chose Selena. Heartbroken, Ivy insisted on ending the contract. She refused Julian's gifts and threats, determined to regain freedom.
When Ivy was attacked, silver-eyed Silas Blackwood saved her. He is the powerful Lycan King, above all Alphas.
Ivy's wolf awakened and recognized Silas as her real fated mate.
Escaping Julian's control, Ivy broke free from her painful past. Protected by the Lycan King, she regained dignity and strength.
The abandoned Luna finally rises, embracing her true destiny and love.

8.3
On the night of my career-defining art exhibition, I stood completely alone. My husband, Dante Sovrano, the most feared man in Chicago, had promised he wouldn’t miss it for the world. Instead, he was on the evening news.
He was shielding another woman—his ruthless business partner—from a downpour, letting his own thousand-dollar suit get soaked just to protect her. The headline flashed below them, calling their new alliance a "power move" that would reshape the city.
The guests at my gallery immediately began to whisper. Their pitying looks turned my greatest triumph into a public spectacle of humiliation. Then his text arrived, a cold, final confirmation of my place in his life: “Something came up. Isabella needed me. You understand. Business.”
For four years, I had been his possession. A quiet, artistic wife kept in a gilded cage on the top floor of his skyscraper. I poured all my loneliness and heartbreak onto my canvases, but he never truly saw my art. He never truly saw me. He just saw another one of his assets.
My heart didn't break that night. It turned to ice. He hadn't just neglected me; he had erased me.
So the next morning, I walked into his office and handed him a stack of gallery contracts.
He barely glanced up, annoyed at the interruption to his empire-building. He snatched the pen and signed on the line I’d marked.
He didn’t know the page tucked directly underneath was our divorce decree.
He had just signed away his wife like she was nothing more than an invoice for art supplies.

9.1
June woke up transmigrated into the body of a ruthless billionaire's toxic, disposable wife.
Before she could even process the massive Beverly Hills mansion, a cold system voice announced she had exactly five minutes of lifespan remaining.
To survive, she was forced to bind with the system and strictly maintain the original owner's "brainless, abusive drama queen" persona to earn hours to live.
She was forced to violently slap hot coffee out of a terrified maid's hands and physically spank her manipulative five-year-old stepson.
When she tried to escape this nightmare by throwing divorce papers at her terrifying husband, Isaac Walton, he simply ripped them to shreds.
Every time she tried to be reasonable or show a hint of kindness, the system tortured her with agonizing cardiac pain, cementing her status as the most hated monster in the family.
The most absurd part happened when she threw a hysterical, system-mandated tantrum over a gossip magazine, and Isaac's icy demeanor suddenly melted.
He gently touched her hair, offering the one thing she desperately needed.
"Stop crying. I'll handle it."
Just as a spark of hope ignited in her chest, the system's critical death warning exploded in her skull: accepting his sympathy would instantly deduct thirty days of her life.
To stay alive, June had no choice but to violently slap away the only hand reaching out to save her, forcing herself to play the greedy villain while her husband's gaze turned dangerously dark.

9.0
I died on the cold delivery table, bleeding out while the heart monitor flatlined.
Through the blinding surgical lights, I heard my husband Damon's cold, final order to the doctors.
"The child is the priority."
He didn't care about my life. To him, I was just a vessel to produce an heir, a tool to fulfill his prenuptial clause and secure his billionaire empire.
While I took my last agonizing breath, he was already planning his future with his fragile, theatrical mistress, Jasmin.
In my past life, when he first brought her into our home claiming she was a helpless victim, I shattered.
I screamed, threw vases, and played the hysterical wife perfectly.
My desperate pleas for his affection only gave him the exact weapons he needed to ruin my reputation, isolate me, and ultimately force me onto that fatal delivery bed.
Until my very last moment, the suffocating pain in my chest wasn't just physical.
I couldn't understand how the man I loved could treat my death like a simple business transaction.
Why was my absolute devotion rewarded with a carefully calculated execution?
But then, my eyes snapped open.
I was sitting on the edge of my king-sized bed, exactly three years before my death.
From downstairs, I heard Damon's voice echoing in the foyer, bringing Jasmin into our home for the very first time.
This time, the scream building in my chest turned to ice.
I didn't cry or throw a fit.
Instead, I calmly swallowed a secret birth control pill, smiled at his mistress, and dialed the most ruthless divorce lawyer in Manhattan.

8.6
To save my father's failing workshop from ruthless loan sharks, I sold one year of my life.
I signed a fake marriage contract with Cameron Fox, an icy billionaire who needed a wife to pacify his sick grandmother. The rules were strict: it was purely a commercial transaction, with absolutely no physical contact and no emotional attachments.
Soon after, that cold hearted man seemed different to me. Wait, is he pursuing me?











